Killing perfect

Together the pair of then worked to flip the alligator over. With the older wolf holding the beast still, Chimera leaped forward and sank his teeth into the throat just beneath the jaw. The boy didn't thrash his head this time. He simply held on and worked his jaws, trying hard to cut off blood flow, sever an artery, anything to kill the thing.

In time its thrashing subsided. The cold stillness of death took over. Chimera's jaws were sore and when he released his hold, the boy stepped back, opening and closing his mouth several times. He wasn't nearly satisfied. The kill had been relatively easy and uneventful. He didn't even get injured. With a scoff and a huff, Chimera turned and stalked off through the swamp, searing for more interesting prey.